Chapter 4:
She looked
like she was to be a human sacrifice. Crystal’s
body was tied so that her arms and legs were pulled apart, so that she could
not protect herself from an executor. Of
course, this was not so different from the current situation, besides that she
was going to live through the ordeal- at least supposedly- and that the only deity figure that she would be sacrificed to is the sadistic
lust that permeated throughout the room.
Crystal
paid no attention to Jack’s new ear piercings, which went through her other
ear. No, she focused all her mind on
David’s toying on her old ones. His
thumb pressed on one of the piercings, constantly pushing it into the skin
behind her ear. With his other fingers,
he’d flick the other needles. She had
been sobbing since David took control, and with every flick of a needle, she’d
yelp.
When Jack
was done, David took the box of needles, and handed it to Janie. She shook her head, and took the needles as
her own. David pulled Crystal’s
head up by her new piercings, and held her where she could watch Janie’s
work. The crowd watched as a new level
of panic showed on the punk princess’ face.
Held to watch her own body pierced by needles, she felt sick, and
scared. She didn’t know what to do.
Janie knew
that David wanted her to put on a show, and with the box, she smiled to the audience. She
took the first needle, and licked it with a hint of seduction. The crowd cooed and Crystal
gasped. Janie coolly walked over, with a
very feminine walk, to the captive, who was once again crying. David no longer played with the piercings in
her ear, but simply watched in glee with the whole event. He watched Crystal’s
face as it focused on the new tormenter and the needle she had.
Janie made
sure to put on a “David Quality” show, and smiled seductively at Crystal. Once she was able to sit, she sat on the
edge, and pivoted towards Crystal. With her available hand, she placed her palm
over Crystal’s crotch- which sent Crystal
squirming- and with two of her fingers “walked” her hand to Crystal’s
chest.
Each step
Janie’s fingers made sent a shiver down Crystal’s
back. She couldn’t have felt worse if
two nails had decided to make their way across her stomach, and when they
reached her cleavage, Crystal whispered a plead. “Miss, please, don’t. Help me out, please,
I don’t want to have needles in me anymore.”
Janie
glared at her, angry at the situation, angry at how cowardly this girl was
being. Janie knew that this night had
just begun, and was almost looking forward to showing her real pain. With her left hand, she toyed with Crystal’s
blue hair, and made a made a “shhh” noise, like a
parent would make to a child when they were crying about scraping their
knee. Crystal
bit her lip, and a tear crossed her cheek.
With the right hand, she took the needle, and held it just beyond her
areole, with the tip pointing to Crystal’s
feet. As Crystal
closed her eyes and looked away, Janie quickly moved her left hand from Crystal’s
head, and jammed her middle and ring finger into Crystal’s
dry cunt with a sadistic smile on her face.
Crystal’s
eyes immediately widened, and she let out a scream. David made a golf clap, and Janie waited for Crystal
to calm down. “Are you done? Are you done, bitch? Shut your fucking trap. As Crystal
made a silenced sob, Janie slowly pushed the needle in, pressing the base down
into her breast. Her eyes widened again,
and her scream exploded out. Janie
continued to press until the needle was completely through- the tiny tip just
hanging out, with a drip of blood dropping from it. Crystal
continued to scream hysterically, as Janie took out another needle. As she moved it to cross the first needle, in
the shape of a plus, she watched Crystal’s
face and fucked her with her fingers. When Crystal
continued to loudly sob for another minute, Janie took her right hand out from Crystal’s
crotch and grappled her neck. She pushed
her weight onto Crystal’s throat
until her scream was just a choke for breath.
Then, she pushed the needle through her breast, repeating the press of
the base of the needle into her tender breast flesh.
The crowd
loved the screaming choke sounds this produced.
Since the sound was barely audible due to the force Janie had placed on Crystal’s
neck, and the sounds of lust were so loud, it was very difficult to hear
anything from the back row. Crystal’s
sobs of desperation had become the sounds of a fight for breath. As the needle went through her breast flesh, Crystal
held her breath, and made very quick choke-sobs. Janie released a bit of her strength so that Crystal
had some time to breathe. But as air
flowed through her lungs clearly again, it sent a rush of sensation through her
entire body. All the holes across her
body became new alters to pain. Since it
wasn’t the overt type of pain, she didn’t make a single sound- but from the way
that Crystal’s eyes looked, Janie
knew she had performed what she wished correctly.
Janie
pulled another needle from the box.
Before Crystal had a time to
recover her breath, the needle mirrored the first needle from the other
breast. Janie’s speed and ruthlessness
caught Crystal so off guard that
she didn’t have enough time to do anything but widen her eyes. Janie inserted the fingers from her left hand
and began to pump once again. She rarely
did anything to a girl when she was this dry, but she knew how much David loved
to play with girls that were either dry because of pain or fear, or simply
because they hated what was happening to them.
As soon as she finished the needle, she repeated the process once more
to make the “Plus” shape in both breasts.
As Janie continued to hump Crystal
with her hand, she licked off the blood made by the needles.
Crystal
felt defeated. She limply laid in her bonds as Janie’s hands played with her dry cunt. The crossing
needles turned her small breasts into a house of pain. She couldn’t think anything but for the
length of each needle and the pathway it made through her body. She looked at her breasts, and saw the
beginnings and the ends of the foreign invaders shining of the dim basement
lights. Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw another shining metal piece coming toward her. She turned her head from looking at her own
breasts, and looked at Janie’s approaching right hand and saw a fishhook- one
that she pulled from the hem of her skirt, apparently, coming toward her right
nipple. She weakly moved in her bonds
before moaning sadly and laying still.
Janie
continued to finger Crystal’s sex
as she brought the fishhook down. She
didn’t need to guide her hand, and just simply brought the point of the hook to
Crystal’s nipple, and hooked it
through. This brought a short sob, and
then a sniffle. Crystal
was gritting her teeth, and accepting damage.
Janie loved to see this girl in defeat.
She twisted the hook softly, and pulled.
Then tears poured from Crystal’s
eyes again. The pain brought out the
best in this girl.
David loved
the fishhook- why hadn’t he thought of that before? It looked stunning poking up from the little
star’s breast. He admired the reaction
it had on the audience- he could see that this would make Jack happy- those
little fishhooks would be the best souvenir that this event could sell- a
needle might remind them of the piercing, but the fishhook will remind them of
the screams, the sobs, the pleads. Of
the little blue-haired victim who stayed bound in captivity for their
lust. As Janie fishhooked
the other nipple, David made his way over to Rick, who had been allowed to play
with one of the investor’s guests. It
was a younger girl, probably around Janie’s age, with dark blonde hair, who was
shaved from the neck down. She was
currently bent over Rick’s cock, and taken doggy-style by her investor. Unlike Ms. Debra, who seemed to enjoy the
whole event, this girl had her arms bound behind her back, and held down by her
ass, and was crying. David tapped on
Rick’s shoulder.
Rick looked
up from the captive girl’s bobbing head.
“What’s up, Boss?”
David
looked annoyed, “I’m paying you to come up with ideas for our little baby, and
you’re playing around in the audience.”
Rick looked
dumbfounded. “But Boss, this guy came to
me. And he says ‘You,
wanna fuck this whore with me now, and we can really fuck her up later?’ And I says ‘I’d be a
bad host if I didn’t.’” When Rick said
“really fuck her up later,” she choked on his dick, and began to sob. However, she didn’t stop. She knew better than to stop.
David
sighed. He admitted to himself that
given the opportunity, he’d love to see some fun later on too. The little punk he had caught had been
building him up with every step of decay to her hope. The fishhooks shined with his sexual desire,
and the desire he had to do some damage.
The tears, the ruined make-up, the sobs all added to him. “Well, I would be disappointed if you didn’t
help our guests achieve the highest quality material for their money... But do you have any ideas for our tender
little stage morsel?”
Rick smiled
a toothy smile. “Why don’t you zap those
pins in her chest? Give her something to
sob about. David grinned, and went to
get something from upstairs.
Janie had,
with the hooking of the other nipple, some time to play with her catch. In Crystal’s
ear, she whispered, “you better play along, or this will have felt orgasmic in
comparison.” As Janie said that, she
thought about how much fun she’d have if this were done to her instead. She wouldn’t have been playing, with the
phrase “orgasmic”. She took her left
hand from Crystal’s crotch and laid on top of her- putting some painful pressure on Crystal’s
newly pierced breasts. They looked eye
to eye, silently, like predator looking at prey. Janie gave Crystal
a mouthy kiss, and dug her tongue into Crystal’s
mouth. Crystal
accepted it and ground her pelvis into her captor’s cootch-
grinding her as a lover. Janie couldn’t
help but smile in surprise, and as her tongue played in the punk princess’s
mouth, she returned the gesture erotically.
David
reached the bottom of the stairs with a car battery and some cords. As he watched the performance progress, he
noted the appeal from the audience- everybody liked hot lesbian scenes. He left the battery at the foot of the stairs
and went upstairs to fetch something else.
Janie
closed her eyes and imagined herself dry-humping a lover from childhood. Crystal,
on the other hand couldn’t keep her eyes closed, even to play the part. She was too scared about what would happen if
she messed up. She made sure that her
body put on the best lesbian performance of her life, gently nipping and
Janie’s neck, and sucking in spots that she knew would make her feel good.
Janie was
so focused on how good everything felt, with the imagery playing vividly in her
mind, that she didn’t notice David come up.
Crystal paused, to receive
commands from David, and try to save herself from further attacks, but noticed
that he focused on Janie instead.
“Strip, and make this toy your lover.
You don’t want your remaining family to have another accident, do
you?” Janie’s eyes open widely, and
looked at David with a glare.
“You’re threatening
me?
How dare you?” she hissed. David
simply smiled and whispered “Keep your voice down, you wouldn’t want our
investors to become upset with us, would you?”
Janie
growled, and laid her full body weight on Crystal. Crystal
bit her lip to keep herself from screaming from the weight put onto her chest
by Janie laying down.
Quickly she disrobed her miniskirt, her black T-shirt, and her bra. Crystal
noticed that even though she wore a miniskirt, she wasn’t wearing so much as a
thong. Janie grabbed an item that she
saw David leave on the table, and snarled to Crystal,
“you better start getting into this, or it’s going to hurt for a long
time.” As she raised the item up, Crystal
noticed that David had the decency to leave the two a double-sided dildo. She could only think to herself “how quaint”.
